Yesterday
Yesterday I packed
all the suitcases, backed
my computer up, split.
Troubles seeped, psyche attacked.
Seemed whacked,
so I called bull****.
Far from that moment, more than twenty-four hours
away I feel the powers of
now.
It
looks
as
though
"they're" really the me
here in all my waking and sleepingness sent
to remind me to
stay.
Oh, I'll be back.
I'm not THAT whack.
Believe I can make it
in just a few hours.
Yesterday only has so many powers.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2014
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